Fidelia, in answer to the question you asked me (ages ago) about Fe-Se loops - I have two stress modes -- Fe-Se looping and Ni-Ti looping. Though my Fe-Ni axis is balanced, my primary modus operandi is Fe, and when I'm stressed, my first response is to move. To get up and walk. To physically engage myself. I have to change something, alter it somehow in the broadest sense of the meaning. It could be my body, it could be a project, it could be making my environment less hostile (I've been known to go through the house with a cup of soapy water and a toothbrush scrubbing marks off the walls). I used to constantly change my appearance - hot pink hair, mohawk, going abruptly from waist-length hair to something barely touching my shoulders to a shaved head, wild earrings, clothes as varied as cowboy to cyber punk. I wanted to jar myself, jar the people around me, create a ripple, force us ALL to view me through different eyes. It was the only way to escape the prison. Taking the outside world in hand and making *IT* observe.
EDIT: I've long used my Fe-Se loop to determine who can "take" me and who can't, especially men. It's been a nearly foolproof way of gauging who really sees me for what I am in all of my incarnations. I recall my ISFP friend telling me recently that he'd never seen a more fitting and flattering style on me than a mohawk. He knows me well enough to understand that the style was "me" and not a statement. My ISTP best friend would always react to something new and bold with praise and invested observations. I can trust people like that. I used to like to push boundaries around with my ENTP ex - I'd show up "new" and I'd watch him respond. It was always a visceral moment. It ranged from "unexpected" to "unexpected turn-on".
Summary: No one puts Baby in a corner. Mind my Fe-Se.
If for whatever unfortunate reason I can't exorcise the energy, my Ni-Ti kicks in to tear it apart and attempt to explain why the exorcism didn't occur or wasn't successful, like two doctors arguing over a patient's bed. My Ni starts spidering everything trying to divine the "truth" in the "big picture" from crumbs of data. I get stuck in there like you wouldn't believe.